Love Poems About Hair or Hair Love Poems
by John Gondolf |
Categories: longing, love, romantic,

Carpe Noctem

Up above the moon shines brightly;
starlight touches earth so lightly;
passions teasing impolitely.
Midnight whispers, “Carpe noctem.”

Blowing soft the summer breezes
through her hair as nighttime pleases,
and the moonlight softly teases.
Voices urging, “Carpe noctem.”

Standing close our bodies facing;
hand in hand our fingers lacing;
gentle touches, hearts are racing.
Longings begging, “Carpe noctem.”

Wonder where her thoughts are leading;
do my eyes reveal my pleading?
Will she, with her voice conceding,
whisper softly, “Carpe noctem?”


January 10, 2022
Carpe Noctem - Latin for "seize the night"

Poem of the Week - January 16, 2022

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: first love, happy, memory,

A Purple Ribbon

Mementos in a box, from years gone by
Thought to have been disposed of long ago
A glance, when something purple caught my eye
A ribbon from someone I used to know

I gently gave a tug like way back when
It slipped from it's confines just like before
Then instantly relived it all again
And just like her, it leaves me wanting more

But even though it was so delicate
This ribbon in it's femininity
Tied in her hair it looked so elegant
Yet strong enough to bind her memory

This ribbon with it's strength beyond compare
Ties fifty years to my first love affair   


         By Daniel Turner

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Slowly

Slowly ever so slowly overcome with emotion building up ever so effortlessly inside passions burning ever so swiftly reside deep in my heart sweet smells of your luscious gateau roam free a slight breeze blows in your hazel hair enhancing your essence enticing me slowly ever so slowly I wrap my arms around your aphrodite-esque waist squeezing ever so slightly whispering "love me"


by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: deep, dream, lost love, love,

Kiss the Wind

I lay down
A lazy Sunday afternoon
The first winds from the north
Blowing snow like a blanket upon our souls

I fall asleep, in a haze of dreams
Where there she appears and forgive the obvious
The woman of my dreams
Never undressed, mind nor body

Here, in my delusion I beg for her heart
Tears roll down upon her chest
I whisper softly, tell me, tell me
You are my twin, in coldness and the dark

Entwined, we breathe slowly in silence
Words have flowed like the tears of the past
I hold on, in love, in desperation, in ecstasy
I caress her hair, and whisper be mine

Forever

Then I awoke, another sad day

by Pailey Gordon |
Categories: 9th grade, love, nature,

The Music of the Wind

Helicopter seeds
from my maple tree
drift down,
swaying
back 
and 
forth
from the strong branches above.
They all fall around me,
I am encapsulated by the swirling seedlings.
Snug within their warmth,
the wind sends me on my feet.
Dancing with the music of the air 
that is rushing through my hair, 
I inhale the sweet, mellow essence of what life has granted me. 
Then I exhale the words,
"I am thankful for this life and the road, no matter how rocky, has served its purpose".
As I leave this place,
I hum the tune of the masterpiece conducted by the wind
that rustled in this tree.

~5/28/18~

by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: happiness, lost love, love,

The Sea-Man's Return

Swept away
the last colour 
of sunset,
Ocean in his eyes,
winds  and waves
the sea-man loved.

Forever gone
the late-song
of night birds,
crushed corals,
sand and rocks
the sea-man loved.

Blown afar
the harvest seeds,
Flowers in his heart,
Petals in bloom,
Pale-pink blossoms
the sea-man loved.

Found and lost
the light of stars,
Alone He sailed 
through narrow paths,
to mountain'shadows
the sea-man loved.

In hope to smell
the scent of her hair,
In hope to wipe
rain off her lips,
In hope to taste
her roasting- chestnuts,

to mend regrets
with just one kiss.

by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: depression, lost love, relationship,

Unwatered

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy luster I struggle to find

As weighted toll of years fills in your frame
And roses on your cheeks falter and fade
I can not say if it is age I blame
Or from the fall of youth, a cynic's made

Is it my eyes too blighted to recall
The fragile beauty your face once possessed
No large gash dealt, only dying in small
Moments I turned away from your caress

Unwatered, our garden lies bleak and spent
Winter coating the stems where summers went.

5/14/21

by Elizabeth Wesley |
Categories: seasons, me,

Autumn Memories

Spring chased old man winter from his place
And silenced him with her capricious face
Sometimes a tear, sometimes a smile;
She would beguile
My lazy feet
To dance in some leafy bowered retreat.

When dreamy delightful summer flies
And looks at me with laughing eyes;
She draws me to her clover fields
And my heart yields
To her winsome wooing
And her siren song is my undoing.

One day I saw the sudden flare
Of autumn's wind blown crimson hair;
She stirred the whispering leaves and then
I felt again
A yearning glow
Of years remembered long ago
And I lived the dream I never knew
Of lost memories and my love for you.

by Elizabeth Wesley |
Categories: loveautumn,

My Song To You

Come to the meadow just you only,
Where autumn weaves her spell;
On hills and purple moorlands lonely,
Where the magic of her presence dwells.

Beneath blue sky and fields of heather,
With soft humming of honey bees.
And I'll hold you, just us two together,
To share the scent of autumns leaves.

We’ve time to share asters in the meadow,
With all that we love best;
With the swallows wings and your shadow,
And summer's grass that built the nest.

To hold and hear the soft wind singing,
To see your hair tossed and blown;
And meet the bluebird softly winging,
Through heaven and earth, we too fly alone.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: love, poetry, poets,

Moon Captured By Her Spells

Blue skies and rainbows

Science fiction and fables

Poetess and poet are making love 


She’s writes the verses to undress me

Great lines that flower in her hair

Her lips of ink are red and rosy 

Each stanza goes straight to my head


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


She writes of loneliness and sorrow

Of broken hearts that never mend

She is the dream I need each morning

Moon captured by her spells


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


Blue skies and rainbows

Science fictions and fables

Poetess and poet are making love

by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: feelings, longing, love, teen love,

Stardust In Dreams

Stardust dreams of you in my teens remain 
sacred in hours spent wishing you would be 
mine to cherish, to kiss, to love. It was not to 
be but your handsome face still lingers in my 
thoughts, in church choir songs where you 
gently reached out to touch my long auburn hair. 

6-14-20

~Third Place~
STARDUST Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: nette onclaud 

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: how i feel, love, romance, romantic, romantic love, true love,

Until My Breath Wings Away

For life and love and summer breeze
                      For memories that fly with ease
For days with you that bring to mind
                     The greatest joy that I may find

For music that reflects the sun
                             For you and I to be as one 
For roses that perfume the air
                  as fingers ruffle through your hair

For thoughts of peace that fill my heart
                       For knowing we will never part
For saying I will always stay
                  Until my breath should wing away

by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories: love,

Indian Love Song

A Tribute to Slim Whitman


He led his horse towards a pool,
Near a lovely large cotton tree.
Far away, he heard the hooves
Of a thousand bison as they crossed
The dusty prairie in search of food. 

Near at hand stood a large tepee
From where his lovely Indian emerged.
Dark hair, dark eyes. a beauty beyond compare.
She smiled but stood erect at the doorway.

Instantly, he lifted his guitar. 
And in a yodel tune, he sang his love.
How oft he repeated his refrain,
"You belong to me,
I belong to you."
Finally, he put down his guitar.
Slowly, he approached her,
Tilted her lovely face up,
Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.

by Skat A |
Categories: absence, crush, cry, dedication, lost love, sad,

I'M So Jealous

~The One That Got Away~


Here I lay weeping

I sing a sad song to sleep 

Fire cracking bones

kicking, screaming, pulling hair

The moment, gone forever


~SKAT~

by Christy Hardy |
Categories: dedication, sexy,

Oh Sexy Man

Oh sexy man,
in line ahead of me,
you look like a dream,
are you golden band free?

Oh sexy man,
you're looking at me,
my hair is a mess,
my jeans have holes in the knees.

Oh sexy man,
here you come,
asking for my number,
my hands just went numb.

Oh sexy man,
a movie will be fine,
then we will gaze at the stars,
and sip red, red wine.

Oh sexy man,
we are a perfect match,
together as one,
my fantastic catch.

Oh sexy man,
so kind, and strong,
I'll love you forever,
you complete my song.

by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee

by Patrick Cornwall |
Categories: devotion, hair,

Wind

The wind rustles your hair as the sun brings joy .

It tells your secrets and they are well kept.

They go where it is needed turning gracefully.

Will you dance again?

 

What about your joy?

Its buried now and your hair is gone.

Birds dancing and your bare arms reach for me.

Saves the last dance.

 

I love your cold breath and the heat.

Your almost home.

But you will leave  as before.

Dance for me.

by Raven Drake |
Categories: parody, philosophy, symbolism,

Nihilist

Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird 
Setting fire to the air 

As dauntless as a hellhag 
Unmoved by love or care 
I can hold up in a cyclone 
Feasting on your fear 

I'm your last hope 
As a laughingstock 
I'm your courage in a dare 
As audacious as a terrorist 
With death-defying hair 

When it's time to play the tragic fool 
I'm as flagrant as a glare 
Seething with a vengeance
In a tantrum of despair

Written by © Raven Drake

by Gary George |
Categories: anniversary, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, inspirational, love, passion, uplifting, wedding, wifelife, love,

You Are My All

When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.


My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.


As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying,  I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.


Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.

by Richard D Seal |
Categories: woman,

Woman

Woman

The stars bestowed your eyes
The moon, your cherry red lips
The sun, that light in your mind
Heaven, those gold finger tips

The oceans surrendered your hair
Your form, fashioned by tides
Rivers tempered the spirit
Where patience and love resides

Strength, came from the mountains
The wind, sweet  lullabies
Volcano’s forged the Passion
That lives in soul filled eyes

But where, oh where is completion
Makes the pulse race and dart
For this, woman must wait
Till a man, gives her his heart.
 

Written 7 Oct 2013

by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: celebration, joy, new year, spring,

Persian Haiku 2

Persian Haiku 2

What a gorgeous view!
You and the flower garden,
I'm the butterfly.


Your eyes, the ocean;
The ocean colors your eyes.
Your hair is the wave.

Moon on the ocean, 
Your face is the reflection.
Always be alone.

I live with my heart,
All flowers are beautiful,
I love daffodils.

What a discussion,
I had with all my flowers.
Their breath smells nice.


3/20/2018 Haloo

Note: Iranians/Persians Celebrate today, the first day of spring as their new year. We call this day Norooz or Nowruz, it translates as New Day. From my family to yours,  Norooz Mobarak ....Happy New Year.

by Marty Owens |
Categories: passionred, love, red,

Crayon of Bright Red

Red is the crayon that I love to use.
So vivid and bright without any abuse.
 
I color so lively and make each stroke count.
Even making the water red in the fount.

In my pictures the hair on everyone's head.
Yes you guessed it, they're all a bright colored red!

The seasons of summer and winter and fall.
I color them all red without any appall.

So if you're an artist you plainly can see.
Everything will be red if you depend on me.

If you've heard like me, as it's often been said,
That "Passionate people always love red!"

by John Hamilton |
Categories: absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,

Autumn's Desires

Autumn's desires

Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.

Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.

I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the  touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned

I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.

John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017

by Bryn Strudwick |
Categories: mystery,

Crimson Rose

CRIMSON ROSE

You stand once more beside the harbour wall
This is the third night I have seen you there.
I watch you from a distance, proud and tall
A shaft of sunlight glinting in your hair
What is it draws you to that spot each day?
What thoughts of sadness occupy your mind?
The memory of a love far, far away,
A yearning for your homeland left behind?
Sad seagulls’ cries provide the only sound;
You reach out, casting something on the sea
And then, oblivious to all around,
You slip away still steeped in mystery
      I look down where the water gently flows.
      It’s empty save for one dark, crimson rose

by Tim Smith |
Categories: love,

Soaking You In

Out back on that old tire swing drifting to and fro in the springtime dusk reliving childhood memories she swings and smiles free as the red breasted robin singing love songs as she soars from limb to limb in the that mighty oak tree her hair blows silently side to side dangling ever so softly off her olive basted silky smooth shoulders her caramel coloured eyes twinkle in the fading sunlight as the fireflies start to sparkle in the auburn sky I sit quietly drinking my freshly made ice cold lemonade soaking up all her splendor knowing I'll be holding her tight tonight